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An Interlude

My love is of the wild wood  
the wild wild wood and free  
gossamer and green her robe  
nothing hidden in the folds  
resting on her shoulders  
tumbling at her feet  
dancing on the mossy logs  
riding them like centaurs.  
Ivory thighs for those in favour.  
Hid behind a lotus tree  
divest my coarse work clothes;  
boldly step from out its shade  
toward the  soft green moss.  
She does not stir but waits  
takes me on her thigh  
and makes us one.  
  

 
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 19th Mar 2019
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